Some things you do just to see how bad they'll make you feelSometimes you try to freeze time 'til the slots are a blur of spinningWheelsBut I am just a broken machineAnd I do things that I don't really mean

Long black nightMorning frostI'm still hereBut all is lost

Speed up to the precipice and then slam on the brakesSome people crash two or three times and then learn from their mistakesWe are the ones who don't slow down at allAnd there's nobody there to catch us when we fall

Long black nightMorning frostI'm still hereBut all is lost

Feel the storm every nightHope it passes byHallucinate a shady grove where Judas went to dieUnfurl the black velvet altar clothDraw a white chalk battlementMistreat your Altar Boys long enough and this is what you getSad and angry... Can't learn how to behaveStill won't know how in the darkness of the grave